"I think we're going to die." Said Sirius airily, probably trying to mimick that fortune teller that sat outside the Hogs Head, Sybill Trelawney.
"Why's that?" Replied James, not even bothering to look up from his desk.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?" Yelled Sirius as he stood on his chair, making everyone else in the Transfiguration class turn around and look at him. "WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US ARE SCREWED-"
"-Is this meant to be frightening Sirius?" Interrupted Remus mundanely, completely unfazed by Sirius acting like this. It was a fairly common occurrence. "We will all die if you wait long enough, it's just logic-"
"-HURRICANES, LIGHTENING, FAMININE! NO ONE WILL BE SPARED!" Shrieked Sirius, flapping his arms about whilst standing on a wobbly chair, whilst trying to preach everyone in that classroom, including Professor McGonagall, who was not amused.
McGonagall cleared her throat in a strangely calm manner, like a wolf staying perfectly still before pouncing on its prey. "MR BLACK SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT! FIFTEEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND DETENTION!" She bellowed, before getting back to marking essays. "Honestly."
Mr Black did sit down, very sheepishly, if I don't say myself.
"Do I freak you out?" Whispered Sirius to Remus.
"Not in the slightest." Remus whispered back, his breath tickling Sirius's ear.
Sirius's heart stammered.
"I need to step up my game then." Decided Sirius smugly.
Remus rolled his eyes.
"Game on."